And 'tis be our aim.
Guided by faith, hope and love.
And of these, my dear...
Well, love stands at both the ends...
the fount and the terminus.
Linking with Ronovan Writes
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
The Turning of Summer
On the Summer Solstice, light reaches its zenith—yet the turning has already begun. This haiku reflects on that fleeting pause between ascen...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
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“ Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, Rosy lips, teeth within, Curly hair, very fair, Eyes are blue, lovely too. Daddy’s pet, is that you? ” ...
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